Picking up the pieces (Student x Teacher) (MxM)

Prologue

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The noise created by my mobile vibrating along my bed side table awoke me from my slumber around midday. And just like every other day for the last few months after I wake everything is alright in the world. But then I roll over to grab my buzzing phone and catch sight of the picture of me and my Dad together, celebrating my 18th and my world comes crashing down all over again.

My Dad had been a great man; he had fought for years for his country until one day, in the line of duty, his leg had been blown off by a land mine. He had received an honourable discharge and had only been home for a few months when the police had arrived on our doorstep one night to inform us that Dad had been killed in a car crash. My mum had lost her mind and had yet to find to it again. I knew she'd be passed out from all the booze on the couch downstairs. I had walked in late last night to roll her over to make sure she didn't die of choking on her own vomit in the night.

I quickly wiped away a stray tear as I answered the call from one of my best friends, Kray. Most of my friends had ditched me when my Dad had died. I had quickly gone from the star footballer with good grades to the guy smoking pot in the bathroom and rarely turning up to class. They just didn't know how to deal with me but Kray and Ryan had stuck by me.

"Hey mate, what's up?" I spoke groggily into the phone, still not fully awake.

"Dude you will never believe what Ryan got his hands on!?" I laughed, having no idea but I knew it would be good.

"Well last time it was pictures of our English teacher having a bit of unconventional 'fun' which is why he got fired last week so tell me, are we losing another teacher?" I could hear laughter on the other end.

"Mr Gregson so deserved to get fired and you know it but it's nothing like that this time. He got him, you and me tickets to the opening night of The Fortress of Fetish!"

"No way!?" I exclaimed. The Fortress of Fetish had been hot, controversial news for weeks and while some people were excited, some were outraged. Whilst I had no more experience in BDSM than handcuffing my last one nightstand to the headboard while I had been pounding into her I did have an appreciation of nightclubs, music and booze. Pounding music and intoxication had a wonderful way of temporarily erasing all of my painful memories.

"Yes way! His Cousin is a Dom and a member of the club so he got Ryan some tickets. What do ya say? Are you up for going tonight?" I didn't have to think about my answer for long. A night of grinding against hot girls, hanging with my mates and forgetting all my worries was a no brainer.

"Hell yeah, count me in."

"Awesome, meet me at Ryan's at 9. His cousin will drive us there."

"Cool. See you then." And with that the line went dead.

I heard the downstairs door slam shut and assumed my mother has woken up and gone on her daily search of booze. I didn't like to face my mother anymore, she was always drunk and I just missed the kind, caring mother she once was even more. I harshly swiped away the tears coating my cheeks and bought down the steel cage on my heart.

I needed to man up, to not wallow in my own misery. I did my best to block out the memories and all the feeling that came with it as I spent my afternoon stuffing my face with snacks and watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy because they were epic movies and I had nothing better to do.

The evening rolled round and I took a shower before getting dressed into my favourite pair of black jeans, a fitted white v neck t-shirt and my black leather jacket. I finished off the look by attempting to tame my blonde waves with some hair gel before assessing myself in the mirror and deciding I looked good enough to eat, even if I did say so myself.